Another one-shot! Yay! Anyway, I know I haven't been active. Like, at all. And I'm lame. But, I dunno, I just haven't been inspired to write. And this isn't nearly as sad as this sounds, just so you know.
Chat Noir loves his Lady. Anyone could tell, just from a glance. Yet, the Lady herself was still as oblivious as ever. Which killed him. She would always brush off his compliments with a roll of her eyes and flash that exasperated look at him when he touched her.
Oh, how his Lady could wound him with such a simple gesture.
At the twitch of a finger, he was immediately at her side, ready to aid her before she could even speak his name. He was completely at her mercy, and she didn't seem to know.
Oh, how he wished his Lady could see.
He would shatter inside every time he couldn't save her, and later sit in his broken shards, trying to piece together what would all meld back together like new the next time he saw her smile.
Oh, how he wanted to save his Lady.
Every time they met to fight an Akuma, he couldn't help the feeling that awoke in him, that warm, safe feeling he got from just knowing that she was his partner, and willing to fight next to him.
Oh, how he wanted to be able to love his Lady.
When she left him, and he had to go back to that empty house, parts of him fell, and he kept picking them up, waiting to see her again so he would be whole again. How dark it was without her light, her hope, her kindness. Her. It was dark and suffocating without her.
Oh, how he wished his Lady was actually his.
The way he could be himself around her, without being the perfect pretty face everyone thought he was. Everyone one else was just a colorless face when she was around, and she stood out spectacularly. Her gorgeous hair shining, her bluebell eyes with filled with life, her smile, that he absolutely adored. No one could compare while she existed.
Oh, how he wished his Lady loved him.
He couldn't live without her know that she was a part of his life. She made his living bearable. Enjoyable, even.
Oh, how he wished his Lady hadn't stolen his heart.
When he told her his feelings, she had laughed, thinking it a joke. He left without a word, leaving her to ponder his words.
Oh, how he wished his Lady didn't cut him so deep.
Even in his sleep, when night terrors affected his ability to sleep, her voice would shatter the haunting images and wash over him, and like a lullaby, sing him into peaceful, enjoyable sleep.
Oh, if only his Lady knew, how much she was killing him.
*Cough* Well, that wasn't exactly how I was planning to make this. But, it works. Also, I cut my cute baby Yorkie's fur, and I did really well, actually. If I hadn't made her look like a boy. Oh, and this one-shot is Adrien's view of a perfect Ladybug and isn't all true, just his vision distorted a little.